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LAST CHAPTER :( - BUT IF YOU KEEP AN EYE ON MY PROFILE, THERE WILL BE MORE STORIES :)
Fiyero!
Eleka Nahmen, Nahmen
Ah tum ah tum Eleka Nahmen
Eleka Nahmen, Nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka Nahmen
Let his flesh not be torn
let his blood leave no stain
though they beat him
let him feel no pain
let his bones never break
and however they try
to destroy him
let him never die
let him never die
Eleka Nahmen, Nahmen
Ah tum ah tum Eleka Nahmen
Eleka Nahmen, Nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka...eleka...uhhh
what good is this chanting
I don't even know what I'm reading
I don't even know what trick I ought to try
Fiyero, where are you
already dead or bleeding
one more disaster I can add to my generous supply
No good deed goes unpunished
no act of charity goes un-resented
no good deed goes unpunished
that's my new creed
my road of good intentions
lead where such roads always lead
no good deed
goes unpunished
Nessa
Doctor Dillamond
Fiyero
Fiyero
One question haunts and hurts
too much too much to mention
was I really seeking good
or just seeking attention
is that all good deeds are
when looked at with an ice-cold eye
if that's all good deeds are
maybe that's the reason why
No good deed goes unpunished
all helpful urges should be circumvented
no good deed goes unpunished
sure I meant well
well look at what well meant did
all right enough so be it
so be it then
let all OZ be agreed
i'm wicked through and through
since i cannot succeed Fiyero saving you
I promise no good deed
will I attempt to do
again
ever again
no good deed
will I do
again!
Rachel sounds amazing, it never fails to make me giggle seeing her in green make up, playing her dream role on Broadway.
"She is beautiful isn't she?" The man sat next to me says, clearly I was staring again. I turn to look at him and smirk.
"She is. Hi, I'm Quinn Berry, Wife of Rachel Berry," I reply, smirking as he looks he is going to have one of Finn's old mailman moments. Not wanting to waste more time on him, I get up from my seat and make my way back stage, saying Hi to crew members as I pass them. I'm never stopped, everyone knows I am the wife of the most well known Broadway star of modern times.
GLEEGLEEGLEE
I'm laying on the sofa in Rachel's dressing room, waiting for her to come off stage. "Hey superstar," I say spotting her in the mirror, as she watches me.
"Hey wifey. Have you heard from Lauren?" She asks me, always the worrier.
"Yes baby, she says Elizabeth is fine. So stop worrying the baby is fine. Now come over here and kiss me!" I demand smirking at her. I grab her hand and pull her down to me, smashing our lips together.
We walk into our big beautiful home, that is white on the outside, with a lovely green lawn out front and roses. Inside it is painted, yellow, pink and purples. In the living room, sits our babysitter, on our brown leather sofa, watching cartoons – causing Rach and I giggle. "Lauren, honey." I call from the doorway, "We are home, you can leave." I smile, slipping her some cash as she passes me.
"Elizabeth is sleeping still, she hasn't woken up at all," Lauren informs us, as she leaves. Rachel immediately kisses my cheek, before jogging up the stairs – no doubt to go check our daughter. I quickly follow her, to make sure she doesn't wake our sleeping baby. I find her stood inside the pink room, stood over white crib, that has gold stars on it – what else. Smiling down at our beautiful girl. I take Rachel's hand as we look down at our baby girl. She is so beautiful. She looks just like Rachel. I carried her, and gave birth but we used Rachel's egg.
I see the moon, the moon sees me
shining through the leaves of the old oak tree
Oh, let the light that shines on me
shine on the one I love.
Elizabeth smiles in her sleep almost as if she knows we are there. I giggle at Rach as she does the actions, as she sings.
Over the mountain, over the sea,
back where my heart is longing to be
Oh, let the light that shines on me
shine on the one I love.
I look up at my wife and smile, she looks so beautiful singing, no matter what she is singing.
I hear the lark, the lark hears me
singing from the leaves of the old oak tree
Oh, let the lark that sings to me
sing to the one I love,
Over the mountains, over the sea
back where my heart is longing to be
Oh, let the lark that sings to me
sing to the one I love.
Elizabeth is well and truly asleep now. So I take Rachel's hand and drag her towards the bedroom, smirking.
Songs; No Good Deed by Idina Menzel
I see the moon lullaby.
